Most people in this world like to drink, because we can find our true selves after drinking, and we are used to playing a role that is not so emotional in front of others, and playing different roles in front of others.

And only when we drink alcohol can we have the courage to play the real self in front of everyone, to play the self that no one else has ever seen.

So there are two kinds of most pitiful in this world, one is that it is difficult to get drunk, because when everyone is drunk, you are not drunk, when everyone confides in their hearts through alcohol and indulges themselves, only you are still sensible, only you suppress yourself, you can't cry uncontrollably and laugh loudly.

One is the person who can't find himself, who has no joys and sorrows, no stories, no why he cries, no funny, and no even what he wants to say.

It's rare to get drunk a few times in life, so why not get drunk when you can?

Life should be drunk and dreaming of death, it is best to never be able to distinguish between drunk and awake, and never know who you are and who you should play.

No one can hide themselves forever, and they will always inadvertently reveal their true feelings, even if they don't have alcohol, they will get drunk.

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When Chen Qi woke up, it was already noon the next day, and the sunlight shone through the small window on the wine table in front of Chen Qi, the wine table had been cleaned up, and the air was still filled with a faint aroma of fat powder, which was a unique smell of Qinglou women.

Chen Qi lifted up, and the clothes on his body slipped down, which was put on by the woman for him last night, and the faint fragrance came from the clothes, with a little tenderness, a little thoughtfulness, Chen Qi picked up the clothes and sniffed them carefully, Chen Qi was suddenly a little intoxicated at this moment.

He thought of the woman's slender figure last night, her watery eyes, and he was a little jealous, jealous of the man the woman loved, if only there was someone who loved him like this.

If there is a person who loves him as much as she does, he will definitely live up to her love, he will be kind to her, he is reluctant to see her tears, he just wants to see her smile.

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Today was a fine day, the brothel women were dusting, leaning against the window and looking at the sky, and the older women ran out into the street for business, wearing thin clothes to show their bodies, waving their silk scarves at the passing men, giggling.

On the side of the brothel, in the low hut, Yu Youwei was taking care of her mother, her mother was getting worse and worse because she had to do a lot of work every day, especially after the cold winter, but her mother's body didn't seem to have come out of the cold winter.

The room was filled with a strong smell of Chinese medicine, Yu Youwei wrung out a piece of linen cloth vigorously, collapsed on her mother's forehead, supported half of her mother's body with her hands, and handed the freshly boiled medicine to her mother's mouth, she kept blowing gently with her mouth.

A bead of sweat fell into the medicinal soup, and a fire was lit in the narrow room, making Yu Youwei's forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.

This was the last packet of medicine she could boil, and there was still her father's bookcase and a few pieces of loose jewelry from her mother, but now there was only a bed, a square table, a chair, and a stove for decocting medicine.

There was really nothing to sell at home, she held the fan with maple leaves in her hand, she hesitated for a long time whether to sell the fan and change the dressing, she looked at the small and empty room again, gritted her teeth, wiped the sweat beads on her forehead, and seemed to have made up her mind. Turn around and walk out of the house.

"Youwei, don't go buy medicine anymore." A faint, trembling voice came.

The voice was really small, but Yu Youwei immediately leaned in, stuck to her mother's side, smiled, and said with a joy that she tried her best to show, "Mother, don't worry, I will definitely have a way to cure you." ”

Her mother tried to sit up, as if she tried hard, but she didn't get up.

She opened her eyes and slowly grabbed Yu Youwei's somewhat thin palm, "Mother is sorry for you, my mother wants to live well with you, I want to watch you marry, marry a good family, for my mother I really want to hold on for another two years, just two years, you will ......"

Yu Youwei choked back tears, turned her head, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the corners of her clothes, and gently covered her mother's mouth with her hand, she didn't want her mother to say any more, starting from her mother could no longer work, she tried to do the work before her mother, but she did it very slowly, and she couldn't even earn enough money to buy medicine for her mother.

She didn't want her mother to see her crying, because her mother loved to cry, and every time she cried, she would cough for a long time, so she tried her best to make herself look less sad, and every time she talked to her mother, or fed medicine, she made herself laugh, she was afraid that her emotions would affect her mother.

But her mother always said something that made her cry, she was not a crying person, but she had nothing to lose, her mother was her closest person, the most reliable support.

The sunlight outside the window was already so bright, but it didn't seem to shine into the room, only the stove was a little smoke, and it rose and lingered around the whole room, making the empty room look strangely full.

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